One of my New Year's Resolutions is to write more in this thing. So, I figure the only thing to do is just jump in.

I quit my job last week. Things have been going downhill at the real estate agency for quite some time, but it all came to head over, of all things, missing work because I had a sick child. They kinda-sorta accused me of calling in on a Monday because I wanted a long weekend (which is odd, given that they forcibly cut my days back to four-per-week a few months ago, so I already *have* long weekends). I kinda-sorta told them I couldn't work for people who don't trust me, and that if I have a sick child, I won't be at work. That kinda-sorta ended that.

So, I'm a little panicky. I need to find a job. I don't *want* to find a job, but I need to find one. The Want Ads are a never-ending trip down Depression Drive. I'm trying to make a list of places that I could apply....you know, places that the very thought of them doesn't make me want to jam a fork in my brain. So far, my list is short.

Money would solve so many of my problems.
- posted by Perpetually Romesick @ 10:08 PM